Could You Name These? Old Appalachian Kitchen Tools Nobody Under Sixty Recognizes (I Still Use Five)
Burl Sizemore Cooking
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My grandmother had one tool in her kitchen that nobody else in that house was allowed to touch, and I touched it exactly once.
I was seven years old. I climbed up on a chair and put my hand on it, and she came across that kitchen faster than I had ever seen her move and popped my hand with a wooden spoon. She did not say one word. I did not find out why until the week we buried her.
I grew up in Letcher County, Kentucky, in a house where eleven people sat down to eat three times a day. That kitchen was full of tools, and not one of them plugged into the wall. If you are under sixty, I would bet you a dollar you could not name half of them.
So here is how we are going to do this. I am going to tell you what each one looked like before I tell you what it was called. See if you can name it before I do. If you grew up with one, you will know it in about two sentences.
Sixteen tools. The gourd that hung over the water bucket by the back door, and everybody drank from it. The iron triangle on the porch post, and why every family rang it a different way. The board on the flour barrel, worn down in the middle by fifty years of biscuits. The sifter with the crank. A biscuit cutter that was really a snuff can. A wooden spoon worn flat on one side. The churn, and the buttermilk you cannot buy anymore. A carved butter mold that was a woman's name at the company store. The machine on the back porch that paid for every pair of shoes I wore until I was twelve. The grinder clamped to the table. The lard press at hog killing, and the cracklings. The apple peeler that is too pretty to be a kitchen tool. The fly brush I waved over the table for four summers. The match safe on the wall. And the stone on the back step.
Some of them nobody misses. Some of them were a whole lot smarter than they look. Five of them are still in my kitchen today, and I still use them, and I will count them off as we come to them.
And I will tell you about the one I do not have anymore, and what I sold it for, and how long I have been looking for it.
There is nothing to buy in this video and there never was.
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Could You Name These? Old Appalachian Kitchen Tools Nobody Under Sixty Recognizes (I Still Use Five)
Burl Sizemore Cooking
9,438 views
My grandmother had one tool in her kitchen that nobody else in that house was allowed to touch, and I touched it exactly once.
I was seven years old. I climbed up on a chair and put my hand on it, and she came across that kitchen faster than I had ever seen her move and popped my hand with a wooden spoon. She did not say one word. I did not find out why until the week we buried her.
I grew up in Letcher County, Kentucky, in a house where eleven people sat down to eat three times a day. That kitchen was full of tools, and not one of them plugged into the wall. If you are under sixty, I would bet you a dollar you could not name half of them.
So here is how we are going to do this. I am going to tell you what each one looked like before I tell you what it was called. See if you can name it before I do. If you grew up with one, you will know it in about two sentences.
Sixteen tools. The gourd that hung over the water bucket by the back door, and everybody drank from it. The iron triangle on the porch post, and why every family rang it a different way. The board on the flour barrel, worn down in the middle by fifty years of biscuits. The sifter with the crank. A biscuit cutter that was really a snuff can. A wooden spoon worn flat on one side. The churn, and the buttermilk you cannot buy anymore. A carved butter mold that was a woman's name at the company store. The machine on the back porch that paid for every pair of shoes I wore until I was twelve. The grinder clamped to the table. The lard press at hog killing, and the cracklings. The apple peeler that is too pretty to be a kitchen tool. The fly brush I waved over the table for four summers. The match safe on the wall. And the stone on the back step.
Some of them nobody misses. Some of them were a whole lot smarter than they look. Five of them are still in my kitchen today, and I still use them, and I will count them off as we come to them.
And I will tell you about the one I do not have anymore, and what I sold it for, and how long I have been looking for it.
There is nothing to buy in this video and there never was.